Only when she was worked back up again did I shift, thrust into her. Fucked her.

Then pulled out, ate her out, used my fingers. Then shifted back to giving her more of my dick.

I alternated, making her out of her mind. My balls were drawn up, watching her like this, lost to only what I made her feel, was intense. She was panting, moaning, wailing. Crying my name.

I flipped her onto her stomach, the belt connecting the cuffs to the headboard twisting and allowing the motion and pulled her up onto her hands and knees.

I settled behind, nudged her knees wide and slid back inside. “Now, princess. Come now.”

I circled my thumb around where I filled her to coat it, then pressed it into her ass. At the same time, I reached around with the other hand, found her slippery clit and pinched it.

Her inner walls clamped down on me as she came. And came. Her fingers clawed at the bedding. Her toes curled. Her long hair clung to her sweaty back. Her inner walls milked my thumb and dick. She screamed, then went silent as her muscles went taut.

“Fuck yes,” I breathed, pounding into her now, taking. Giving. Finding completion together.

15

NORTH

I fell asleep. Jed had removed the handcuffs and curled his big body around mine. Whispering how beautiful I was, how perfect, in my ear. Then I was out. I had no idea how long I slept, but not for too long. The sun was shining and I could hear Jed talking out on the porch.

I grabbed the FBI t-shirt from the floor and put it on, this time skipping the panties and bra and joined Jed outside.

His gaze raked over me as I stepped onto the deck. I didn’t miss that he was only in his jeans. I hadn’t been able to touch that rugged, muscled body earlier. My fingers itched to do so now.

The dogs were out in the field, sniffing around. They saw me, wagged their tails, then got back to whatever scent they were following.

“I agree,” he said into the phone, curling his finger and beckoning me over. “Yes.” He paused. “No idea.”

I stopped in front of him and he banded an arm about my waist and set me on his lap. The angle of the Adirondack chair had me leaning back against him, my head resting on his chest. The arm wrapped around me cupped my bare thigh.

“It’s South,” he said, handing me the phone.

“Hi,” I said once I put the cell to my ear.

“You doing okay?”